A Time To Kill

My magazine article is finished, after a sloppy first draft, a careful rewrite, some review, another rewrite, and then a final polish by a caffeinated chimpanzee on a straight six-pack of 5 hour energy; I think that's how Shakespeare did it anyway. I'd mail it off Monday, if I could. But, we all need to stop and celebrate Christopher Columbus that day. It's the day he apparently discovered the Caribbean, thus enabling Disney to make a movie about Captain Jack Sparrow.

So, I'm back to working on my main project. But, since I've resolved to relax this weekend (as much as a father can) and don't want to get back to it lest I lose the weekend to it, I've picked up a book to read. Nothing fancy. Just Pride and Prejudice. And Zombies. Cause, Mr. Darcy is one bad mother *ahem* gentleman. I also picked up Sense and Sensibility. And Seamonsters.

My biggest complaint: I am royally upset for not thinking of this first. Really, really upset. It's not like I didn't marry someone who eats Jane Austen for breakfast to inspire me to write about Zombies who might have.

Did I mention writing is all about contrast?